haints.

strange doings and ill omens, y'all.
uh-huh.
seems that maybe the foot being unearthed
and disinterred has stirred up some
spooky little schisms inside of the
Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
duders,
we had alarms and sh!t going off all over the place,
in our unalarmed house late last night.
more than one, neighbors...
in sequence, even.
like,
from inside of drawers outside the main house
deep in the cold and lonely sunroom
during the deepest darkest dead of night.
uh-huh.
what.
the.
F*.
if it happens again tonight,
well,
let me be the first to inform all y'all ninjas
about the temple of doom excavation sensation
we'll be embarking on in the creepy crawlspaces
underneath the brand new super sexy oak floor
in the newly renamed 'something room'.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i'll dig up as many bones as i can,
i'll drive down to lake whitney in connecticut
and consecrate those earthly remains in
hamden holy water if i have to.
that's a thing.
strange doings, kids.
woodsly warriors won't let the wendigo wights
F* with our sh!t.
the spirits and the memories will be re-laid to rest,
and the woodsly goodness can get back into the
busy business of freezing it's flippin' A* right off.
that's what's up.
***********
it's been a heck of a sunday.
regional sports talk is at a high point,
tattbombing busywork is at a nadir,
and in between,
the cold snap attack of white mountain
subzero activation is shattering the stillness
of the forests and the hills an' that.
i am grateful for all of it,
but i won't cop to being delighted by it.
it's happening,
and we're enduring,
and amid it all,
the hottness is being pumped out
swallowed whole,
from woodstove to windstorm,
live and in person,
right here;
never quiet, never soft.....